You, a float in the lost world of dreams
A mystical maker of schemes
Emotionally on my means
Me, no more than a grain of sand
And lost in the beach of your land
Unable to understand

(Chorus)

When you're near
Reality loses its hold
And lonely the tears wet my soul
But what goes on inside your mind
And where I go
That fantasy drives us back

It really can't be so bad
To let it make people (once fine)
Love, the chances are so very few
Excuse me for the strange things I do
I'm drowning in an ocean of you